Fantasies of Fame and FortuneMature

Imagine wading through a sea of flashbulbs, surfacing from your 

Gleaming car into the mob; draped in animal skins and wafting Chanel 

Number 5 down your throat like a poisonous fume.

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The stars are out, drowned out in all that dazzling sparkle of 

Diamond rings and blood-colored carpets, of french manicures and 

A glorious rainbow of silk gowns to bitch about in the tabloids. 

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I love your porcelain smiles, all miracles of modern dentistry as you 

Breathe in the orbit of alcohol and films of gold plating reality in 

Your fame-drunk fantasy. 

The End

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